"Let's get going, Jenny!" said the Pro, and strode off towards the Caddy shack. She hurried after him down the shrub-lined path. They approached a low white building set back off the course proper. There were maintenance vehicles and carts parked in neat rows behind the building. The front half was where the member's clubs were stored, and it also housed the Caddy's locker room, along with a small commissary. The club pro had showed Jenny around the grounds earlier, so she was somewhat familiar with the operation.
"O.K. guys, settle down and listen up!" shouted the Pro. There were 48 members participating in today's tournament, so the attention of 47 caddies suddenly turned to the pro, with Jenny standing alongside. She was immediately struck by how young they all looked, many not much taller then the clubs they carried. Most were family members and relatives of the members. She also didn't see another girl in the group. Rather then looking at the Pro, however, she felt all eyes were glued to her chest!